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Written by MartinGreen
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Wednesday, 29 September 2010 08:35 |
My web pageI'm Martin Green, a new mwmber. I'm 80 years old, live in a Roseville, CA retirement community (Sun City Roseville) & am a retiree/free-lance writer. One of reasons I joined is to try to get a wider audience for my writing. At my age, it's now or probably never. Please visit my new website, www.bronxite80.wordpress.com for more information. Will post more later.
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 29 September 2010 18:11 |
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Written by Steve B
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Saturday, 09 July 2005 15:41 |
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He and his buddies slept in foxholes and on the ground when it was safe and somewhat quiet. They were in Italy, somehow he found a flat roll mattress that he rolled up and tied to the top of his pack. When he had the chance he would unroll the thin mattress and get a quick nap here and there. Other soliders always offered to carry the mattress for him, but he wouldn't think of burdening them with it. They assured him it would be no trouble, but my dad insisted that it would be too much trouble and that it would also be wise not to ask again as he grinned widely!
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Written by Charlie
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Sunday, 14 November 2004 06:47 |
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1942 I enlisted in US signal corps. Trained in radar, radio & codes. I was in Peru, Ecuador Central American jungles & the Galapagos Islands. Never got shot, but I got wounded. I got out of WWII in October 1945.
Now I am 77yrs old, go to the VA hospital few times a month. Been married 53 yrs. I have a wonderful family & wife. They take good care of me.
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Last Updated on Thursday, 19 July 2007 17:32 |
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Written by Lady Blue
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Monday, 08 November 2004 14:19 |
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MY GREATEST GIFT
Ladyblue, 12/09/2001 As I sit here by the roaring pinion fire, I reminisce about some of the gifts I have received during various Christmases. There was the year my younger sister and I (I was 5) sneaked downstairs in the middle of the night to see what Santa had brought. It was there the play table we had asked for. Everything else was wrapped, and I wondered how Santa had had enough time to wrap every present so beautifully. However, our stockings were still empty, but I was still naïve enough to believe that Santa would come back to fill them.
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Written by esabine
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Friday, 15 October 2004 03:27 |
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Stray Cat Eulogy Living on a 30-acre farm, my 11 year old son is often adopted by stray wildlife who sense his golden heart. Last week, a malnourished near-death young cat spotted him and mewed her way into 1/2 cup of milk. Of course, the cat became one with the deck for the next four days, still sadly unable to eat.
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